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The Lord is only my support,
and he that doth me feed;
How can I then lack any thing,
whereof I stand in need?
In pastures green he feedeth me,
where I do safely lie,
And after leads me to the streams
which run most pleasantly.
And when I find myself near lost,
then doth he me home take,
conducting me in his right paths,
e'en for his own Name's sake.
And though I were e'en at death's door,
yet would I fear no ill;
For both thy rod and shepherd's crook
afford me comfort still.
Thou hast my table richly spread
in presence of my foe;
Thou hast my head with balm refreshed,
my cup doth overflow;
And finally, while breath doth last,
thy grace shall me defend;
And in the house of God will I
my life for ever spend.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1556,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 23;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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